Saturday, December 01, 2007

And We Lived Beneath the Waves

My work week increased by five theoretical hours last week, which translated to five actual new hours this week. I'm not complaining. Honestly, I can't muster the attention span to formulate a complaint. I languished two invigorating days with a fever, holding up my hand and miscounting my fingers. Sometime soon, I'll add a new family member to my shopping list, and with any luck, one day he and I can shop online for motherboards, machine parts and amorphous goo - all of which will render UPS safety geeks speechless. It's going to take cash. I'm saving up.

On the other hand, I don't know where the last two weeks went. I wake up in the morning behind the chore chart eight ball, and I don't know where I can wedge in time for exercise or housework. My apartment is not spotless. It's actually quite spotty. I do not approve! Worse: I'm having trouble concentrating on writing. A little side project I've been working on languishes. Today, I decided: that's enough of that! What of that project is ready to go should go, and I should quit standing around with my mind blank. That's only funny in the funny pages.

Monday, I go back to the orthodontist after an absence of about six months. At the orthodontist's office, I am a celebrity! I am loved and admired because I am happy and bring treats. I love my straight teeth and make jokes, but teeth do not stay where we put them and my teeth are making more moves than Allied Van Lines. Thus, I am baking oatmeal cookies with chocolate chips and walnuts.